Because some may have forgotten… Jesus Was Arrested for ProtestA Pastoral Reflection on Resistance, Darkness, and ResurrectionJesus didn’t get arrested for being polite.He didn’t get crucified for minding his manners. He was arrested because he was a threat to the empire. Because he protested everything that degraded human dignity.When we remember the final days of…
For the Immigrant and the Refugee in the Crosshairs of Empire Originally published: June 11, 2025 You, beloved wanderer,carried across deserts and detention lines,with blistered feet and prayersstitched into your skin like survival songs,you are seen.Though the halls of power spit your name like venom,though the pens of presidentsscribble you into shadows,the Kingdom of Heaven…
You,with the heart that hearsthe quiet sob between the words,the tremble in the voice before the tears fallyou carry more than most will ever see.You,who stands stillwhen the world moves fast,noticing the shadow behind the smile,the story behind the silenceyou are a sacred kind of rare.Empathyis your native language.You speak in sighs and solace,in glances…
Originally published: June 8, 2025 Beloved in Christ,Grace and peace to you from the One who was crucified by Empire, yet rose to reveal that Love will not be buried.I write to you today not from a place of ease, but from a place of holy discomfort, a place where lament and resistance meet.This week,…
Originally Published: June 8, 2025 The wind has come.And it’s not asking for permission.This isn’t a gentle breeze meant to cool your skin.This is a rushing violent wind, the kind that rips open locked doors, blows off the dust of despair, and sets fire to hearts that have forgotten how to burn.The kind of wind…
Originally published: June 7, 2025 Beloved in Christ,We are a people formed by a story, a story in which the cries of the oppressed rise up to the heavens and God hears. A story in which strangers are not cast out but welcomed. A story in which Jesus, himself a refugee, said, “Whatever you do…
Originally published: June 7, 2025 I don’t normally weep when my boys go.I’ve trained myself, through years of duty, distance,and whispered prayers in empty roomsto offer hugs with open hands,not fists clenched in fear.But today was different.Today, when my youngest turned toward duty,I felt the ache of a thousand motherswhose sons walk into the stormwhile…
…and We Say, No More. Originally published: June 7, 2025 They said,“Immigrants are criminals,”and you believed them.So they zip-tied children brown, terrified, sobbing on sidewalks your taxes paved,while you sipped your latte and thanked them for their service.They dragged kids from school buseswith cartoon backpacks and scraped-up knees.You scrolled past the footage called it fake,…
Originally published: June 6, 2025 The Shepherd is walkingnot above us, but among us,not behind a throne, but in the pasture,mud on His robe, lamb in His arms.He sees the bruised and the broken,the trampled and the tired,and He weeps for the oneswho were pushed from the streamby those who drank deep and walked away.He…
Ezekiel 34:17–31” Originally published: June 6, 2025 There are moments in scripture when God’s voice breaks through not only as a call but as a cry. Ezekiel 34 is one such moment. First, God grieves the failure of shepherds, the leaders who were meant to guide and guard the people. But then, in verses 17–31,…